Test Drive Meme: The Overflow

[arielmods]

PLEASE CONTINUE YOUR THREADS OVER AT THE LATEST OVERFLOW POST, THANK YOU.

CITY OF ARIEL: THE TEST DRIVE THE OVERFLOW Since the last post is fast approaching 3k comments and getting laggy for some of our players, we have decided to go ahead and stick up the overflow post. Please continue your threads or start new ones here if you'd like. To make this easier on those continuing threads from the last meme, here's a handy form: <small>(<a href="THREAD URL HERE">Continued from here.</a>) between <user name="CHARACTER 1"> & <user name="CHARACTER 2"></small> Response here! Please remember to let your thread partners know you've bumped your threads over here as well! We started the meme early to give you plenty of room to do just that. ◆◆◆◆ With the City of Ariel grand opening only a month away, we are holding our first ever test drive meme. Tag in and see how your character would settle in the game. You're a fresh face in the city, newly processed, and arriving at a bustling time. The city is expanding and you are greeted first in the re-education center by your helpful counselors and then directed out of the building to a large festival. Be puzzled, make friends, have sex, or whatever you want! There are no restrictions on thread types played out here. Your first awareness that something has gone wrong comes during a groggy moment of semi-lucidity when you look around yourself and find that -- instead of wherever you remember being last -- you're in a chair, in a room with a man you don't recognize. He's sitting behind a desk whistling to himself and sorting paperwork. The whole atmosphere might remind you of a high school guidance counselor's office, only with far more comfortable chairs. When your head clears enough to speak and you ask him where you are, he smiles brightly and says, "Welcome to the City of Ariel." You were brought to Ariel during a very special time! There's a large festival going on celebrating the new expansions to the city and everything is decked out for it. Everything is bustling and vibrant in the city today because of the celebrations. There are decorations up, food vendors set up all along the streets, kissing booths, games, and just about anything else you can imagine an event like this would have! The people of Ariel are out and about as well, some are in vibrant costumes and others are just checking out the sights. Some of the more exhibitionist types are even having a little more fun out in public than you may be used to seeing back home. As soon as the grogginess from your arrival passes, you are allowed to leave the re-education center and see it all for yourself. Upon exiting, you are even handed beads of various colors, several of each so you don't worry about running out. Each color has a special meaning listed below: pink - toys blue - oral yellow - watersports green - age play lavender - crossdressing orange - multiples grey - bondage white - hands (mutual masturbation, fingering, handjob) red - blood black - wildcard These are to aid you in making a connection with others. Show your interest in others and tell them exactly what you would like to do with them by sharing the beads. If you would rather take a different approach, feel free to walk around the festival and see what (or who) catches your eye. The point is to relax and get settled in your new home.
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Comments

[thatsnotmygun]

"You know, I kinda wanna add 'when' to that, if only for the modulating brain implants."

[notascienceproject]

Aaron reaches up and traces the scar with his finger. "You really think they stuck chips in our brains?"

[thatsnotmygun]

"Can't think of why they'd tell us they did and not do it. And they didn't slice us for shits and giggles."

[notascienceproject]

"Psychological thing? Make us think they did so they can control us without wasting cash?"

[thatsnotmygun]

"You wanna be the one that tests that theory?" He rubbed his own scar, nose wrinkling.

[notascienceproject]

"No, thanks. I'm against all that crap." Which was why he was a bit pissed to have his brain fucked about with again.

[thatsnotmygun]

"Then we'd best do the do, right? Not like there's not an assortment to pick from," he gestured with his chin towards the crowd. Not that he was going to jump right in, though. He might not be a prude or close-minded, but he had standards. And that meant more than a 'Hi, my name is Jake. Let me stick my dick in you'.

[notascienceproject]

"Going up and asking random strangers to have sex isn't my thing either. I like to at least have a drink with them first."

Was he suggesting something? Maybe. He has been checking Jake out a bit more than he usually would. Maybe it was this place, with the chips...

[thatsnotmygun]

"You mean you haven't had fifteen hundred come up and offer it yet?" He grinned, heading over to a booth with mugs of something alcoholic. Grabbing two, he handed one over to Aaron.

"Keep phrasing things that way and I'll think you're trying to get at something."

[notascienceproject]

"Maybe I am." Jake gets a grin as he raises his mug. "And, like I say, I don't like to have junk shoved in my face."

[thatsnotmygun]

"Depends on the junk," he laughed, taking a sip. There had been some pretty tasty options here, he couldn't lie. He just wanted to take his time figuring things out before he dropped trow and started sowing his oats or whatever.

[beworthy]

Thor follows willingly, aye, and follows Clint's example, getting a drink for himself; they seat themselves and he lifts the beer in its frosted mug to his lips, casting a glance which is plainly curious at his comrade, his fellow Avenger: does he really remember none of that? Even the battle which so devastated New York?

"A year ago," he agrees, setting his mug down on the table. "When I met you, my brother had had you under his power, and I had come to Midgard to take him back, and the tesseract with him." A thought comes to him then: what if Clint is still beneath Loki's dominion, what if this is why he does not remember? He tenses, as though expecting the flurry of attack to fly at him at any moment.

[beworthy]

Trinkets? Or do you speak of conquests? [ Well, he isn't shy of the subject, but Thor shakes his head. ] As such, no—kisses only.

[ If he were anywhere else...well, he has a mortal lover, and Thor has not forgotten her, but in this place he has not scrupled from the kisses, or more, and they do not feel like betrayal; it is as though his loyalty has no dividing place, that he may be willing to have others and still deeply in love. It is—well, it is like Asgard, where too things can be freer.

He looks at Sam with open curiosity. ] And you, my friend?

[bursting]

...never mind.

[ Record time, indeed, and Setsuna shows little shame in at least admiring how swiftly his hands work. He's also curious, as they're slender, delicate things, fragile and breakable with the slightest bit of effort, and yet he had claimed to be an emperor—and most emperors did not earn their titles through kind words and diplomacy alone. He'd killed before, he's fairly sure, and yet something about him picturing Lelouch doing the act doesn't click.

The second question startles his thoughts out of their wandering, and he just shrugs. ]

It's considered polite to offer, where I'm from.

[ Where he was from, anyway. Though he'd abandoned most of that particular identity, certain habits died hard. ]

[beworthy]

What deceit?

[ The confusion is writ upon his face, and Thor would have to be a very fine actor indeed for it to be false; of course, Loki would seek any reason not to trust him. To keep apart, aloof, from the comfort in his hands and the love in his touch, his great and unfulfilled yearning to have again the brother who for all their lives belonged to him, belonged at his side: so he took for granted, and was punished for it by the rift of a bond that was greater than he ever knew, that terrible painful severing off of a part of himself. ]

What weakness? What has happened to you? Are you—is it your sorcery—?

[ That innateness of power which he cannot imagine being taken out of the fabric of his own being he can well imagine being taken from Loki's; this could well be why he has not attacked him, not because he lacks the desire but the ability. Indeed, why threaten that merchant with some makeshift weapon stolen from his own stall, rather than summon a silver blade to put at his throat? Thor takes Loki's face between his hands, searching his eyes as though he is looking for the absence, the emptiness which seidr leaves in him. It is smooth as glass, that face, and only the green eyes glitter, darkened by a banked fury.

He exhales, a sigh rather impatient. ] What have you done now, brother?

[ And he pulls Loki's head to his shoulder, pulls his cold, thin, unwelcoming frame against all the broad and open strength of his, taking him into the embrace he has wished for. ]

[beworthy]

I come alone, too. Perhaps then we are meant to be companions.

[ For he likes this boy, Serrure, and sees no reason to part from him as yet, and if he is as alone and young and defenseless as he appears, then he might do well for being looked after. Thor is drawn to him, as though they have long known each other even when he is certain they have never before met—there is something so familiar about his quick eyes and his clever words, the way he smiles; something which warms him within like a kindling flame, and he keeps gentle hold of the small fingers which are wrapped around his. It is not a tight enough grasp that Serrure could not pull away if he wished to, but it speaks of his intent to stay near him, if his young companion will have him. ]

[bursting]

[ It's comforting, sitting arm-against-arm like this. They'd only just met, and whatever trust they'd established was fragile at best, yet already Setsuna feels that Mello is one who could be relied upon, a solid ally, and perhaps even a friend, further down the road. There is a dangerous glint to his eyes when he speaks of certain things and then there are undoubtedly rougher edges to him, but they share that similarity, as well. Maybe that's why neither of their more violent sides had emerged yet. They keep each other in check that way, that silent understanding and kinship of spirit.

Faith in humanity, in truth, is still something he struggles with on occasion; as noted, he's seen its best along with its very, very worst. But even a faint beacon, a small glimmer of hope, is enough for him to keep moving forward, in spite of his uncertainty. ]

Because that is why I exist.

[ True, the world turns with or without him, but he won't allow it to descend into chaos, into ruin. He won't allow the scourge of conflict to spread.

He won't allow anyone else to become what he has, a shell of a person ruined by war. There can never be another Soran Ibrahim. Never, ever again. ]

I exist to fight for mankind, to have that faith. That is who I am. That is who Setsuna F. Seiei is.

[ Somberly: ]

And I will die in defense of that dream.

[bursting]

[ Setsuna cringes, barely stifles what would've been a scream, but that's not even the worst of what happens, nor the loss of his clothes, or even his knife. No, Hiling losing her clothes is positively the most revolting aspect of it all, because what she does next, unzipping herself, touching herself like that with his blood, with his blade in hand, is one of the most disgusting things he'd ever seen.

And he'd seen quite a few disgusting things in his time. ]

You're sick.

[ He shifts again, futilely, he knows, but less as an attempt to escape and more as a means to tell her I'll never like this, and you can't make me. ]

[stonebydaytech]

It didn't take that long for the small gargoyle to realize he was being followed and, while he really didn't want to, he stopped and looked over his shoulder, raising a brow at the woman. She only looked curious, not dangerous or anything.

"Uh, can I help you with something?" he asked finally.

[codedvixen]

She couldn't stop the grin that spread over her face, and she bit her lip as she came another step closer. "I don't know... can you?"

Okay, he talked. It talked? No, she definitely picked up a male vibe from him. "I'm Sky." This was entirely too cool. She had to wonder where their keepers were taking people from, especially if they were picking up guys like this.

[masr]

[ most definitely an unusual man, with unusual mannerisms and ways of speech. it's-- charming, though. it reminds him of centuries past, before the advent of the modern age and before he'd become a myth among his own people.

a small shake of his head at the question. they'd given him beads, but he'd discarded them. he's not much of a conversationalist, and he doesn't need his interests displayed on his wrist or around his throat to help him choose a partner for the night (or the week, the month--). instead, his palm skims up higher, over the side of thor's neck, around to his nape, where he grips lightly, urging him down even as he goes up on his toes. his lips find the curve of the bearded jaw, small body loose and pliant against the blond's. it's-- unusual for him in this day and age, but then.. something like this can't hurt for a night now and then, either. ]

[stonebydaytech]

"You're the one following me, so I don't know."

Turning to fully face her, he flicked his tail against the ground and shrugged. Giving his name couldn't hurt in this strange place right? It was only a name and she'd given hers.

"My name's Lexington."

[codedvixen]

"Lexington, huh? Mind if I call you Lex?" He had a tail. And pointed ears. And he was green. She went to reach for her cellphone to take a picture, hand stalling when she remembered she didn't have it anymore. Dammit.

"So, uh, whereabouts do you come from, Lex?"

[stonebydaytech]

His eyes followed the movement before moving back to her face. If she'd had her phone, he'd have wanted to see it. Even with stone-crushing talons, he had a knack for machines.

"No, almost everyone does. And I'm from Scotland originally."

[codedvixen]

Considering that tech was her 'thing', they might have a bit to talk about. His country of origin had her giving him a look. "Scotland? Really? I'm pretty sure I don't remember them mentioning anything about... okay, I gotta ask. You look like those building gargoyles..."

Which was her way of asking what he was, because coming out and saying 'what are you' was rude no matter the situation.